Chasing Shawn
Rating: R
Pairings: Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels
Summary: Bret hires the Undertaker after the 97' Survivor Series Screw job to take care of Shawn... BUT his conscience starts to get to him... Based on the events of 1997, altered a little of course :)
Genre: Suspense/romance
Warnings: Slash
AN: In real life, Shawn can cook damn well or so I've heard... Even has a recipe for something in some book... BUT THIS IS FANFICTION!!! :)
Chapter 18
I rolled onto my back, leaning against the arm rest of the couch for better support. Shawn's bare ass pressed against my slight erection through the thin material of my cotton boxers. His hands trailed all over my chest, touching my abs... His touch was paradise. I wanted those hands on me all the time. I kissed and suckled on that mark I had started making, getting Shawn to cry out.
Some one from the other room started banging on the wall with what I assumed naturally to be a broomstick. "HEY! QUIET DOWN IN THERE! Buncha horny teenagers..."
"Fuck." I mumbled. "Damn geriatric old fuckin' fart..." I growled and kissed him on the lips quickly. "I'd better go and take a shower anyway." This angered me- I wouldn't really be able to do things like this with Shawn when I get him home- I'm sure dad's not going to be too enthralled with me taking him home... He sure won't want to hear it either. I sighed and started back to the bathroom.
Shawn's POV-
DAMN YOU BRET HART! UGH! You kiss me and be sweet... AND THEN ALL MY ANGER FOR YOU FLIIIIIIIIIES OUT THE WINDOW!! I still have to punish him some how for this... My stomach growled hungrily- forcing me to drudge into the kitchen. I sighed, going through the fridge pulling out what I could find. Okay. Shawn Michaels maybe perfect to everyone- But good ole HBK really ISN'T perfect all of the time. Cooking being one of those times. I decided that to make Bret something- I suck at cooking so that'll be punishment enough- for now.
I threw a couple of things into a dusty bowl and mixed them around. Some mayo, brown sugar... ceral... salt... something that looked like lemon pepper. Put all of that into a pan and tossed that in the oven for a couple of minutes. While Bret was in the bathroom, I decided to wash up.
Stupid freaken Bret taking the shower first. He's not the one covered in cum! I stood up in the sink, lathering up my legs in some dish soap. I took the rag and started cleaning them off. My body next, then my hair.
I dried off with a few more rags I found under the table. I walked over to the floor were Bret had left the pile of clothes. Oh great, he gives me girly clothes... I suppose it's better than going to the Hart house as a french maid. I examined the outfit- it was a red and white checkered sundress with a belt that tied in the back. I put on the white sandles, groaning a little. They were small, but I could still walk in them. I tied my hair back into a high ponytail with a little white ribbon. By time I was finished getting ready, the thing I had made was done. I pulled it out and prodded it gently with my finger. It oozed something brown, gurgled, and a bubble came out of the surface.
Yuck. Happy eatings, Bret.
"Damn, you dress fast... How'd you shower?" Bret asked as I saw him get out of the bathroom.
"Don't ask-- Look, I made you dinner!" I said sweetly, handing him the bowl. I watched his face intently, looking for any sort of emmotion. After a flinch and a long pause, he finally spoke.
"...Mmm." Bret gave me a shakey smile, shaking the bowl a little. "You made this...?"
"Yes!" I said cheerfully handing him a fork and ushering him to the table. I sat down to eagerly watch, propping my head up on my hands.
"It looks.. uh..."
I quivered my lip a little.
"Great!" He smiled- forced I bet.
"Eat Bret! Come on... I made it 'specially for my boyfriend."
"Aww, that's sweet Shawn!" He grined then stabbed the fork right into the surface skin. "It's supposed to ooze, right..?"
"Oh yes!"
"Great...! Makes it ever more.... special."
Stop telling me what a special job I did and EAT IT already!!!! I smiled sweetly again, making cute little kissy faces at him. And then it happened. He ate it. And I think he was crying-- Not too sure about that though. "Well honey?"
Bret looked like he was having quite a time trying to swallow- choking it down with as much bane and force as a man could possibly have. "It... I... Uhhh..."
Bret's POV-
AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! MY INSIDES ARE MELTING! GAHH! THIS IS THE SINGLE WORST... THING I'VE EVER EATEN!! IS SHAWN INSANE...!? ...But look at that hopeful face he's got... I've heard horror stories about his legendary cooking skills... None of them good... "I... Love it, Shawn... It's really... REALLY good..." I'm sure I'm crying.
Shawn's POV-
What?! Does he have dead tastebuds...? Or does he really like me? "Oh... Thanks. I'm glad you like it... Bret... Are you just saying that because you don't want to hurt my feelings?"
"No! I like it..."
Liar. "Gimme the bowl Bret." I demanded trying to get it away from him.
"Shawn, I'm serious. I do like it."
I ripped it away from him, opened the window, and chucked it out. "You are single handedly the sweetest boyfriend I've ever had. That was crap and you didn't want to hurt me by telling me so."
"Waita sec!" He said angrily and got to his feet. "You purposely made me crap?!"
"That's not the point." I frowned and popped a breath mint into his mouth. "Have a breath mint. You're shaping up to be the best damn lover ANYONE could want." I smiled and sat down on his lap.
Bret's POV-
Damn you, Shawn. Now why did you have to go and say that? Now I can't get mad at you. I just chewed bitterly on the mint, looking at him. "You look nice." Shawn in a dress. Interesting.
"Err.. Thanks... I don't normally wear them. What did he give you?"
"Well... After seeing what you got, I'm afraid for me..."
Shawn stood up and swished over to the pile of clothing. "Looks like a pair of camoflodge pants... with some suspenders... a lovely red. Oh and look at this... A shirt that says Gone Fishin', and it even has a trout on it! How you."
"Great..." I groaned. "Maybe I'll just go home naked."
"Oh, that would be nice." Shawn said and rolled his eyes. "For me... But I don't think your parents would like to see whose genes gave you big Johnson and the two boys."
I sighed and shook my head. "Big Johnson and the two boys...?"
"Anyway... Get dressed." He said tossing the clothes over my head. I pulled them off and watched him move over to the window by the door. "Oh shit! Get movin'! Looks like we've got some company coming!"
TBC
Rating: R
Pairings: Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels
Summary: Bret hires the Undertaker after the 97' Survivor Series Screw job to take care of Shawn... BUT his conscience starts to get to him... Based on the events of 1997, altered a little of course :)
Genre: Suspense/romance
Warnings: Slash
AN: In real life, Shawn can cook damn well or so I've heard... Even has a recipe for something in some book... BUT THIS IS FANFICTION!!! :)
Chapter 18
I rolled onto my back, leaning against the arm rest of the couch for better support. Shawn's bare ass pressed against my slight erection through the thin material of my cotton boxers. His hands trailed all over my chest, touching my abs... His touch was paradise. I wanted those hands on me all the time. I kissed and suckled on that mark I had started making, getting Shawn to cry out.
Some one from the other room started banging on the wall with what I assumed naturally to be a broomstick. "HEY! QUIET DOWN IN THERE! Buncha horny teenagers..."
"Fuck." I mumbled. "Damn geriatric old fuckin' fart..." I growled and kissed him on the lips quickly. "I'd better go and take a shower anyway." This angered me- I wouldn't really be able to do things like this with Shawn when I get him home- I'm sure dad's not going to be too enthralled with me taking him home... He sure won't want to hear it either. I sighed and started back to the bathroom.
Shawn's POV-
DAMN YOU BRET HART! UGH! You kiss me and be sweet... AND THEN ALL MY ANGER FOR YOU FLIIIIIIIIIES OUT THE WINDOW!! I still have to punish him some how for this... My stomach growled hungrily- forcing me to drudge into the kitchen. I sighed, going through the fridge pulling out what I could find. Okay. Shawn Michaels maybe perfect to everyone- But good ole HBK really ISN'T perfect all of the time. Cooking being one of those times. I decided that to make Bret something- I suck at cooking so that'll be punishment enough- for now.
I threw a couple of things into a dusty bowl and mixed them around. Some mayo, brown sugar... ceral... salt... something that looked like lemon pepper. Put all of that into a pan and tossed that in the oven for a couple of minutes. While Bret was in the bathroom, I decided to wash up.
Stupid freaken Bret taking the shower first. He's not the one covered in cum! I stood up in the sink, lathering up my legs in some dish soap. I took the rag and started cleaning them off. My body next, then my hair.
I dried off with a few more rags I found under the table. I walked over to the floor were Bret had left the pile of clothes. Oh great, he gives me girly clothes... I suppose it's better than going to the Hart house as a french maid. I examined the outfit- it was a red and white checkered sundress with a belt that tied in the back. I put on the white sandles, groaning a little. They were small, but I could still walk in them. I tied my hair back into a high ponytail with a little white ribbon. By time I was finished getting ready, the thing I had made was done. I pulled it out and prodded it gently with my finger. It oozed something brown, gurgled, and a bubble came out of the surface.
Yuck. Happy eatings, Bret.
"Damn, you dress fast... How'd you shower?" Bret asked as I saw him get out of the bathroom.
"Don't ask-- Look, I made you dinner!" I said sweetly, handing him the bowl. I watched his face intently, looking for any sort of emmotion. After a flinch and a long pause, he finally spoke.
"...Mmm." Bret gave me a shakey smile, shaking the bowl a little. "You made this...?"
"Yes!" I said cheerfully handing him a fork and ushering him to the table. I sat down to eagerly watch, propping my head up on my hands.
"It looks.. uh..."
I quivered my lip a little.
"Great!" He smiled- forced I bet.
"Eat Bret! Come on... I made it 'specially for my boyfriend."
"Aww, that's sweet Shawn!" He grined then stabbed the fork right into the surface skin. "It's supposed to ooze, right..?"
"Oh yes!"
"Great...! Makes it ever more.... special."
Stop telling me what a special job I did and EAT IT already!!!! I smiled sweetly again, making cute little kissy faces at him. And then it happened. He ate it. And I think he was crying-- Not too sure about that though. "Well honey?"
Bret looked like he was having quite a time trying to swallow- choking it down with as much bane and force as a man could possibly have. "It... I... Uhhh..."
Bret's POV-
AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! MY INSIDES ARE MELTING! GAHH! THIS IS THE SINGLE WORST... THING I'VE EVER EATEN!! IS SHAWN INSANE...!? ...But look at that hopeful face he's got... I've heard horror stories about his legendary cooking skills... None of them good... "I... Love it, Shawn... It's really... REALLY good..." I'm sure I'm crying.
Shawn's POV-
What?! Does he have dead tastebuds...? Or does he really like me? "Oh... Thanks. I'm glad you like it... Bret... Are you just saying that because you don't want to hurt my feelings?"
"No! I like it..."
Liar. "Gimme the bowl Bret." I demanded trying to get it away from him.
"Shawn, I'm serious. I do like it."
I ripped it away from him, opened the window, and chucked it out. "You are single handedly the sweetest boyfriend I've ever had. That was crap and you didn't want to hurt me by telling me so."
"Waita sec!" He said angrily and got to his feet. "You purposely made me crap?!"
"That's not the point." I frowned and popped a breath mint into his mouth. "Have a breath mint. You're shaping up to be the best damn lover ANYONE could want." I smiled and sat down on his lap.
Bret's POV-
Damn you, Shawn. Now why did you have to go and say that? Now I can't get mad at you. I just chewed bitterly on the mint, looking at him. "You look nice." Shawn in a dress. Interesting.
"Err.. Thanks... I don't normally wear them. What did he give you?"
"Well... After seeing what you got, I'm afraid for me..."
Shawn stood up and swished over to the pile of clothing. "Looks like a pair of camoflodge pants... with some suspenders... a lovely red. Oh and look at this... A shirt that says Gone Fishin', and it even has a trout on it! How you."
"Great..." I groaned. "Maybe I'll just go home naked."
"Oh, that would be nice." Shawn said and rolled his eyes. "For me... But I don't think your parents would like to see whose genes gave you big Johnson and the two boys."
I sighed and shook my head. "Big Johnson and the two boys...?"
"Anyway... Get dressed." He said tossing the clothes over my head. I pulled them off and watched him move over to the window by the door. "Oh shit! Get movin'! Looks like we've got some company coming!"
TBC